Date: Fri, 30 May 2003 11:27:57 +0100 (BST)
From: Benzedrine Bedlam <benzedrine_bedlam@yahoo.co.uk>
Subject: Safari Nights

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The Resthouse

The rest house was a welcome sight after a
long day bouncing around in the jeep.
Julius had teased me remorselessly
throughout the day. After our night
together, I had slept dreaming of spending
happy days and long, hot nights with
Julius. I woke reaching for him, wanting
to give myself to him again and again.

But I woke to an empty bed. After a brief
moment of panic, when I thought I would be
left alone in the reserve, I found Julius
in the kitchen making breakfast. Feeling
awkward at his apparent aloofness -- did I
dream it -- his dick pounding my ass? But
my tender hole gave lie to that thought. I
took the cup he offered to me.

Julius had grinned at me, and slapped my
battered arse, telling me to stop mooning.
This had been a taste of the day to come.
Julius was in complete control; needling
me so hard I didn't know what to think --
was his barbed teasing designed to repel
me? To tell me what happened was a one
off? Or did he enjoy seeing me off-balance
- keeping me on my toes. I sighed and
decided that with Julius around peace of
mind was not an option.

I dragged my bag up to my room and decided
to head for the shower. On the way I
bumped into Julius.

"Going somewhere kid?"

I gazed at his chest -- a rabbit in the
headlights. Julius had stripped off his
shirt and stood dressed only in tight
jeans. The ridges of his stomach glistened
with dirt rimed sweat. His skin was tanned
and smelled of heat -- and man.

"Huh? I was... umm, shower..." I felt a heat
in my face that had nothing to do with the
Indian summer air. Julius seemed to have a
natural talent for unsettling me.

"Shower, huh? I guess you need to cool
down." He smirked, spoiling his cool.
Julius took my arm and led me into the
shower room, locking the door behind us.
He took my towel off me, and dropped his
own.

Julius stood, leaning against the wall.

"Strip!" he commanded.

Julius' order threw me into confusion, I
pulled at one piece of clothing then
another. He soon grew tired of my
dithering. I squealed as Julius threw a
bucket full of water over me -- more in
shock than anything as the water was not
that cold.

"Now strip." He growled.

I was stunned, but quickly removed my
clothes. Julius had been cool and in
command from the moment I met him -- wasn't
that what attracted me to him? But now he
seemed almost domineering.  His smile was
feral as he looked me over.

"You're no virgin now, Chris." He told me.
"I expect you to make a bit more effort if
you wish to please me." He stepped forward
to tower over me. "Do you want to please
me, Chris?"

"Oh, yes, Julius." I stammered. Conscious
that I had no idea what I was getting
into, but wishing only to have more of
Julius.

"Good." He stretched his massive shoulders
back and stared at me -- amusement
twinkling in his eyes. "Undress me." He
demanded.

I licked my lips nervously and began to
unbuckle the belt holding up his jeans. As
I slid the denim down his legs I moved my
face forward to his crotch, wanting to
take my first taste of man.

"Stop!"

I looked up, confused.

"You do not presume to touch me, kiss me
or do anything unless I have given you
permission. Understood?" his voice was not
angry, but firm and I understood then that
I must do as I was told -- or do without
Julius.

I nodded my assent, and finished removing
Julius' jeans. He was naked now, his body
a tall column of firm flesh. I salivated.

Julius stood under the shower and washed
quickly. He then ordered me beneath the
spray; he threw a wash-cloth at me.

"Don't forget to wash behind your ears."

I looked at him, confused.

"Still a little wet." He grinned.

Julius watched me intently as I washed, I
stared back, feeling self-conscious at his
inspection. Julius made me even more
nervous when he told me to turn around, I
could feel his eyes boring into me as I
washed.

"I think you're clean, boy."

Julius' voice interrupted my reverie,
making me jump. I turned around to face
him. He stood, naked, totally at ease, his
dick hard and glistening with pre-cum. I
shut off the shower and dried, wondering
what Julius had in store for me.



Still naked, Julius stalked out of the
bathroom, I trailed in his wake, gathering
the discarded clothes and towels. He held
the door of his room open for me, and
locked it behind me. Julius stood by the
bed, 6 foot of tanned, toned man-flesh.

Frozen by the door, I took in the scene:
we were both naked and hard. Julius stood
by the bed, his skin, still damp from the
shower, caught the evening sun coming
through the window. He glowed. The orange
sun streamed through the window and onto
his head, making a halo of his hair. I was
looking at a god.

Julius threw his shoulders back, pulling
his stomach into a washboard of ridges
that made my knees go weak. He snapped his
fingers and pointed at the floor in front
of his feet.

Understanding his order I scurried over
and knelt at his feet. Julius thrust his
dick forward, rubbing it across my face,
leaving a trail of pre-cum. I stared up at
him, my mouth watering. He smiled slowly,
and pushed his fat cock into my eager
mouth.

Julius was kind to me, and let me set the
pace of the blow-job. Knowing I had never
done it before, he guided me with gentle
movements and words of encouragement. I
soon got the idea, and applied my tongue
to his sensitive crown, I swirled around
his large head until he gasped, then
opened my mouth and took his tool as deep
as I could. I felt the head nudge the back
of my throat, and gagged briefly. I drew
back, and licked the length of Julius'
meat. He moaned softly, and I could feel
his legs tremble as I caressed the
sensitive spot at he tip of his
circumcised cock.

"Ahh  Chris, yes." He breathed. "You're a
natural cock-whore." He added, his voice
amused.

I plunged back down onto his long dick,
pushing it as far into my throat as I
could. Julius' sighs filled my ears, and I
wanted only to please him. I felt his
hands in my hair, stroking, caressing.

"Oh Chris, that feels so good. Ahhh, yes,
yes."

Needing yet more of him, I moved to take
him deeper, and felt my throat open up and
accept -- Julius thrust forward, and buried
himself in my face. He drew back and then,
holding my head, began to face-fuck me.
Julius held me up -- no longer needing my
hands to steady myself, I began to stroke
my own swollen dick. To my surprise, I was
still rock-hard and leading a stream of
pre-cum. The blow-job I was giving was
doing almost as much for me as it was for
Julius.

I felt Julius speed up, he thrust his cock
deep into my throat and held my head
tightly to his crotch. My hand pumped my
own dick and I felt the rising of my own
climax as Julius poured his cream into me.

Julius lifted me up, and pulled us both
down onto the bed. He kissed me -- taking
my mouth as hungrily as I had taken his
cock. Kneeling over me, he grinned.

"Now you get it up here." He said,
grabbing my arse -- "lucky boy!" Julius
smirked.

He rolled me onto my belly, and slapped my
bum. I felt his breath on my skin, Julius
licked, cat-like across the soft,
sensitive flesh -- down from the small of
my back to the tops of my thighs, laving
my arse with his tongue. He drew back and
blew on the wetted skin, causing me to
shudder. I felt my whole body tingling --
as if Julius' tongue was charging my skin
with electricity.

"Yowww!!"

Julius' hand came down in a hard slap to
my over-sensitised arse; the blow sending
waves of pleasure/pain through my body. He
laughed -- Julius seemed to know exactly
which buttons to push.

Big hands pulled me over onto my back. I
stared up at my man. His blue eyes were
shining with lust, his cheeks, rough with
stubble were flushed with the heat of his
passion.

He reached down and began to rub circles
round my pucker. He reached for something
by his side, restraining me as I tried to
sit up. The next thing I felt was a
determined finger sliding past my
entrance. I lay back and groaned, giving
myself up to him. Julius pressed his
advantage, pushing another, lubricated
finger into my relaxing hole. Waves of
sensation rippled out of my arse, buzzing
through my body and terminating at the tip
of my cock.

Julius reached just a little further and
brushed his fingers over a spot deep
inside.

"Fuck! Ooohh ... YESS!!"

Moving my legs, I kicked Julius' hand away
and clamped my legs around his back. I
guided his body down, and into mine.

"Urrgghhhh..."

We moaned in unison as Julius thrust into
me, and kept going. My body was more
relaxed and ready than either of us
expected, Julius slowly filled me until he
bottomed out inside my warm chute.

Julius lifted my arms above my head,
holding my wrists with one large hand. He
ran his other hand down my chest but could
reach no further, and so let go of my
wrists. I fastened my hands around the
iron posts on the bed headboard as Julius
leaned back and stroked my chest.

"You're beautiful, Chris." He said
suddenly.

I beamed and lay back, basking in the glow
of my lover's approval.

"...but too damn cocky!" he added, pinching
a nipple.

"Cocky? I thought that was your job."

"Cheeky little bugger!" Julius' grin
belied his admonishment. "Cocky huh? I'll
give you cock if that's what you want!"

Julius held onto my hips and began to pump
his tool into me.  I braced my arms
against the bed-head and wrapped my legs
tightly around his back, clinging onto him
as he thrust wildly against me.

My balls began to tingle as Julius fucked
me furiously, his pounding prick brushing
my button. I threw my head back and arched
my back, thrusting up to meet his every
stroke.

"Ohh! Julius ... yes, YES!! Fuck me! Ahhh
Fuck! FUCK!!"

I screamed, my senses exploding. I felt my
bowels fill with Julius' liquid fire -- his
essence pouring into me, making me his --
and he mine.

We lay together quietly for a long while.
My cum drying on our bellies. Julius
stroked me gently, his fingers playing
across my smooth, pale skin. He stretched
and yawned, turning to me he asked what I
was planning to do next.

My mind span -- what was he asking? If I
said I wanted to stay with him would he
feel too pressured? Was he giving me the
brush-off? What does he expect me to say??
I felt a rising panic, but Julius seemed
not even to notice.

"'Cause I was thinking of going to
Kujaraho, see the temples. Wanna tag
along?"

The whirlwind of panic ceased suddenly. He
wanted me! I smiled.

"Love to." I said. "What's so good about
these temples?"

"You'll see."  Julius said, an enigmatic
smile playing at his lips. Seeing my
frustration at being put off, he leaned
down and whispered in my ear. As I listed
to his description my dick stiffened and
began to pulse, demanding the attention
that Julius soon gave it.